It wasn’t really about the title. It was about how powerless I felt inside a system that didn’t care about good intentions, preparation, or effort. It only cared whether I had learned how to ask for the right thing in the right way.
“I wasn’t chasing a plot. I was following a feeling. Heavy. Complicated. Rooted in identity and betrayal. The idea wasn’t just a character—it was a world. Once it started, I couldn’t stop writing.”
It wasn’t really about the title. It was about how powerless I felt inside a system that didn’t care about good intentions, preparation, or effort. It only cared whether I had learned how to ask for the right thing in the right way.